Prayers were offered out of love for glory: Vasiṣṭha, honor Indra in battles. He who with power extends across all existence hears the words I, his loyal servant, speak.
A cry was raised that reached the Gods, O Indra, a cry to grant us strength in combat. No man knows his own life’s span; protect us safely from our troubles.
I harness the Bays, the plunderers, and my prayers reach him who welcomes them gladly. Indra, after slaying invincible foes, forced the two worlds apart with might.
Like barren cows, the waters swelled; the song sought your holy rites, O Indra. Come to us as with your team comes Vāyu; you, through our solemn hymns, grant us booty.
May these joyous draughts bring you pleasure, Indra, the Mighty, very generous to the singer. Among the Gods alone you pity mortals; Hero, make yourself glad at this libation.
Thus the Vasisthas praise with songs Indra, the Powerful whose arm wields thunder. Praised be he to guard our wealth in cattle and heroes. May the Gods ever bless us.